Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

felt a chill run down my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze was venomous, instilling

cigar. "Ms. Webster, are you afraid of

you

engage in unnecessary talk and got straight to the point, "How

Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about...

Click-

finished speaking, I heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern, "Then you'll have to ask my gun if it agrees! "Do you think you can leave this place alive if

the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge. I'm not here to

Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What is

"The will of Ramona."

your relation with Dorothy

to inquire about the will to get their hands on

the bat, if it wasn't for those two,

up, clapping his hands as he walked

mine, and

stepped back, "I don't know the contents of Ramona's will. I only heard about